Kuroshitsuji Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

He turned and looked at me with eyes that looked like two burning embers. "You're the fucking Grim Reaper," I gasped and fell to my ass and watched him easily conquer the Banshee with a swipe of his scythe. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed my sword and swung it at the seeker that was approaching Rai's back. I separated its spine and watched it crumble into nothing. I turned and watched Rai closely, admiring him as he twisted and turned his scythe and sliced the corpse seekers in two. Their blood was flowing everywhere and I worried about my pilot. I hurried to the hangar and looked inside to see Doug sleeping soundly on a cot. I exhaled my relief and turned to see Grim, well Rai, wiping his s

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

Lucas looked at me like I was deranged. "I really don't know. " I defended myself. I just became a wandering ghost just a few weeks ago. I am not knowledgeable in the world of dead. "Grim reapers don't age, they are like us. They have a long life span. I don't know how they become grim reapers but I know is that some of them lived like a living being. They eat, sleep, and work like normal people. So I guessed they have to follow living being's nature and adapt in human society."

I shiver at just the thought of something like that happening. "Welcome, shifters, to yet another exhilarating hunt." Grim, the most irritating soul keeper in existence, greets us with a crooked grin. His presence always seems to drain the energy from the atmosphere, as everyone feels a wave of sickness simply at the sight of him. Soul keepers look like us but are marked by their piercing silver eyes that shimmer in the dim light and complex tattoos of swirling patterns that cover their arms, chests and necks, each symbol telling its own story. "Why the sad faces? Cheer up, everyone! Today is a fun day! The more you cheer, the less likely you are to be chosen for the hunt," Grim chimes in wi

"I, I don't know, Elskede." Finn wrapped his arms around Asta holding her back to his chest as tears streamed down her face. "Are they all dead?" she whispered. Brodi kissed the top of Liv's head then released her. "Stay here," he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm.

" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me. A surge of fierce unwillingness rose in my chest. Dragging my nearly frozen body upright, I stood again. The axe was still at my side. I grabbed it and staggered back to where the pipeline had cracked earlier. The flames of revenge burned fiercely in my heart. 'Zachary… Luna… 'You two want to use my life in exchange for her permanent position, right? 'Then let me make sure that you get a permanent assignment… in hell!' Crash! Crash!

If anything, he showed them—just slightly, just enough to remind you what he was. He caught my gaze. Smirked. It was small. Sharp. Lethal. I looked away first. “Next to him,” Loralie whispered, “with the silver eyes and that whole ‘I’ve seen your death’ vibe? Silas Grimm. His family runs the reaper line. Literal emissaries of death. Half-reaper, half-shadow. No one knows his age. Death incarnate in a hoodie. Don't touch him unless you're into soul dismemberment.”

I whisper as I look around, and just then, the thought of Clarissa hits me hard. "Clarissa!" I whisper before I pick race, rushing to the office to check if she's fine, but I collide with someone, and I stagger back. A Ray of light emits from nowhere, and standing in front of me is the creature I have never dreamt of seeing in my entire life. It's Draco, the grim reaper. Draco is the strongest grim reaper that has ever existed, and the one that was always sent to strong werewolves, particularly Alphas. Yes, they are also the agent of doom, and all the time that he visited me, I always ended up with one bad luck or the other.

I pleaded, my legs became wobbly, I prayed they wouldn’t give out. “Then why isn’t Jamie Summers on the list?” He growled. “What list?” I asked. The two guns went off, and I screamed, “No! Please don’t!” Callie started crying, the blood from the officers dripped out from a hole in their right side. They tried to scream but it looked like their mouths were sealed shut. “The list! The list holds the names of those that the reapers are sent out to collect. You must be on that list, but under which name, girl?”